Tomorrow, I'm going out to do impoartant things with my mom about papers and apaperwork,. I hate it. But it HAS to get done.
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Monday, October 9, 2017
Foregetful Lateful
II've been feeling very forgetful lateful. I type weird or double words. I'm tired all the time. My friends say I'm fat (but they're fateer???). I have so much to do that I feel like I can't anymore. I want off. I want a helper with life. So today I'm watching YouTube videos of my kids singing, waiting for maintenance. We were discussing drs calling you fat and I said my Pdoc put that in my file (obese). So they all went "oh yes yes mmm hmm yes you are" etc. But they're a hundred or two hundred pounds heavier.
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